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Lost underwear in Lyon (Rousse)

Posted on September 24, 2019 by

I joined a French language trip for school children, with RG as my companion. Our base was Nantes. We also took up the option of a side-trip to Lyon. The latter was a big mistake. When RG checked us out … Continue reading →

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A false friend betrayal (Rousse)

Posted on June 26, 2019 by

Led by LL, a bunch of my former students ganged up on me. First they stole my silvery white suitcase. Then they forced me to wear a slogan T shirt that mocked my jawline. I felt ugly and useless. My … Continue reading →

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Train trouble at Milton Keynes (Rousse)

Posted on June 4, 2019 by

The train had almost pulled into the last station on the route when it reversed direction. The guard announced that it would no longer be stopping at Milton Keynes, but instead would call in at all stations en route to … Continue reading →

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Mystery childhood relic unearthed in Glasgow (Rousse)

Posted on April 4, 2019 by

SC and I ‘picked up’ the Glasgow University academic just outside Queen Street station. Rather than catch our train back to Edinburgh, we followed him across town to his office, intrigued by an invitation to consult his exercise book. In … Continue reading →

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From garden wall antics in North Berwick to ballroom dancing at Glasgow Queen Street (Rousse)

Posted on January 29, 2019 by

I hoped that that those travelling in the morning traffic out of North Berwick towards the A1 and west into Edinburgh passed by at a sufficient speed not to notice our antics on a stranger’s garden wall. Afterwards we considered … Continue reading →

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Motoring misdemeanours in a silver Volvo automatic (Rousse)

Posted on December 29, 2018 by

When I awoke I found myself at the wheel of my mother’s silver Volvo automatic heading downhill at top speed along a high-hedged, narrow country lane. I bounced across the roundabout at the bottom, lost a wheel, and landed the … Continue reading →

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The Fringe, Finchley, and frightening fiction (Rousse)

Posted on November 5, 2018 by

One of the women at the café table turned to me and asked how I was enjoying my annual trip up to Edinburgh and the fringe festival. I politely explained that I was a resident of this fine city, so … Continue reading →

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